The Peonies from my Mom’s Garden

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There is a story behind this colorful jacket I created back in 2020. I would like to share it with you now as I am visiting Moldova, my homeland.
Peonies, daffodils from my mom’s garden… all good and colorful.

You are probably wondering why I also added some rhombuses in the collage composition.


I created this jacket during a very difficult time for all of us. It was the beginning of the pandemic and we were all stuck in our houses. I didn’t have any art materials at the time, because I had come from the United States and everything got shut down in a few days. All I found were just some small pieces of white fabric which I used to keep in my room. That’s how I got the idea of creating a collage hand painted jacket.

Then I looked around for inspiration, and chose to paint peonies and daffodils that my mother planted in our garden.



Also, I noticed the garage door in our yard… but let me tell you the story.

The rhombuses that you see on the jacket were inspired by the garage door that my mom designed and hand painted a few years ago in order to give a fresh touch. It’s the same old iron door on which I used to draw with white chalk when I was little. I’ve always had a spiritual bond with old artistic doors, especially with this one.

How I wish I had a childhood picture of me drawing on the door, or at least a single picture of me drawing at the table.

After two years I returned home and found the door slightly changed. My mother changed its color from white-ocher to white-brown. I got a little disappointed. At least, I convinced my parents not to change the garage door to a totally new one.

The peonies and daffodils got withered. They bloom in May and only last a few weeks. I’m still in Moldova, but who knows where I’m going to be in May next year?

I will put my art creation in my suitcase and take it with me. I will wear my art around the world, so it can keep my roots and memories always alive.


Time changes almost everything: the flowers, the door’s color, the weather, the places… But some things never change, because you simply don’t want to change them.

You always keep them inside. They represent you.

❤️ Find the Floral Hand Painted Jacket HERE

❤️ Find the Hand Painted Skirt HERE

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